I couldn't help but feel a little frightened when I looked at the old photos, and the cold sweat on my forehead kept falling on the white hospital gown, instantly wetting a piece.

"This..., how is that possible."

I looked a little horrified, looked at the last blood-stained mace, and almost threw the picture out.

There was nothing else in it, it turned out to be a close-up of the picture of the terrible general last night.

And each photo is marked with a serial number, which seems to be to make it easier to consult when needed.

was at a loss in her mind, but she saw a little girl with a face full of innocence but a demonic heart whispered softly.

"That's not what you're talking about..."

She seemed to have grown accustomed to her softness, completely ignoring my stunned expression.

He just stared at me for a moment, and then burst out laughing again.

"You... Where did you get these photos. ”

I opened my mouth to speak with a serious expression, but I seemed to have found a clue in my heart, and the next second even my breathing became short.

"Of course it's a museum, fool."

"A few years ago, someone once dug up a stone tablet in the open space behind the hospital, which was full of ancient characters that were said to be what they were..."Yuanwen".

"At first, the hospital didn't pay much attention to it, but it happened that one day it actually received a crazy archaeologist to come to the hospital for treatment, holding an old history book in his hand, not to say that there was a tomb of a general of the Yuan Dynasty buried under the hospital."

I listened to her soft voice, and I was unintentionally attracted by the words, so I pretended to be calm and coughed lightly twice and asked.

"And then, what happened to these photos."

"Later, I'll talk to you later."

As she spoke, she snatched the picture from my hand, and then brought iodine and gauze from the table next to her.

The gentle fingertips and white cuffs are faintly itchy on the skin of the left shoulder from time to time.

I subconsciously avoided her gaze, but I accidentally noticed her delicate curves that had not yet fully developed.

Today, her dress seems to have finally returned to normal, wearing a pair of black metal glasses on her already fair and beautiful face.

Her long neat hair fluttered behind her nurse's skirt, and the red high heels between her feet showed off her slender legs.

I couldn't help but lose my mind when I looked at her, and subconsciously swallowed my saliva, but this embarrassing scene was suddenly discovered by her.

Only this time she didn't get angry, she just stuck out her tongue at me playfully.

She used her hands to change the gauze on the wound for me, and on the other hand, she continued the topic in a soft tone.

When the gauze attached to it was lifted from the wound, I saw an almost bloody wound from the left shoulder.

At the same time, it was accompanied by pain that penetrated into the marrow of my heart, but I just didn't say a word and endured it.

"Later, things got bigger and bigger, and many people actually dug up something in the open space behind the hospital, but this time it wasn't a stone monument."

"It's nine big dings..., and the corpse of a general with a mace in his hand."

"Later, it was placed in the museum, and the photo was secretly taken by me with my mobile phone at that time, and I originally just wanted to keep it as a memorial, who would have thought that the days that would be a little uneven."

"Shhhh

I was listening intently to her voice, but I couldn't help but gasp in pain from the sudden sore spot on my left shoulder.

"What's wrong with you..., I... Didn't I hurt you? ”

She suddenly blushed and stumbled a little in her words, after getting along for the past few days, it was the first time she had seen her so flustered.

"It's okay... It's okay, you go on. ”

Her pause was a good thing, but it disrupted all my thoughts, and the breathing rate of the two of them was faintly quickened along with the sound of heartbeats.

"After... Later, many patients in the hospital said that a supernatural event occurred when they looked in the mirror in the middle of the night, but this matter has been suppressed by the director and regarded as nonsense. ”

"There were also several delirious patients lying in front of broken mirrors, and when we rushed over, their wounds were almost identical to those on your shoulders."

"I also told me not to look in the mirror... and headless ghosts and things like that. ”

"Shhhh

The little pain from the disinfectant water penetrating the wound on my skin made me gasp, and I waved my hand to signal that I was okay and let her continue.

Only this time I heard only the faint sound of her breathing and the unique smell of a girl, and I gradually looked up to see her wide eyes staring at me.

The eyelashes on my eyelids, slightly upturned, kept blinking, as if they could hook my soul away.

"How... Why don't you talk about it. ”

I lowered my head and whispered, but my eyes didn't stop at it.

Thinking that it was just that this little girl suddenly became calm from the beginning of her liveliness, and her whole body was a little uncomfortable, and even the rate of breathing couldn't help but increase a little.

"No... What else do you want me to say? ”

I was a little dazed, expecting to get some news that shocked me.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly noticed a tall figure outside the door, staring at the two of us coldly.

"Hospital... Dean.... ”

The "little devil" beside me couldn't help but whisper softly, and there was a faint fear in his words.

"Xiaoyue, come to my office in a while, I have something to say to you."

This middle-aged fat man with glasses on his face and a smile should be the Japanese dean.

I really don't have a good feeling for him, but after a few days of contact, I noticed that everyone in the hospital seemed to be faintly afraid when they saw him.

This old guy walked in the hospital, and no matter where he went, he seemed to have an invisible aura.

Even in the most chaotic cafeteria at noon, many patients in hospital gowns saw him, but they were like mice seeing cats, too frightened to pick up the dishes and chopsticks on the ground and hide far away.

The dean's office was on the fourth floor, and I had been following the footsteps of the "little devil" and slowly walked up the stairs.

The entire building is in a dilapidated state, but the dean's office seems to be soundproofed.

I waited outside the door for a long time, and the cold air blew through the corridor, scraping on my face like a pinprick hurt.

It's getting longer, and I'm getting a little impatient.

Then he took out the crumpled box of cigarettes from his arms without hesitation.

I looked at the last one left and carefully clipped it to my mouth.

I tried to light it with a lighter several times, but I was ruthlessly blown out by the cold wind howling in the corridor.

There was no one in the empty corridor, and this dark wind was like the innocent creatures who had died tragically in the Japanese army's experiments, which had not reverberated here for decades.

Until suddenly there was a slight sound of the door opening.

I looked at the once arrogant "little devil" who walked past me silently with her head down, and then suddenly stopped her.

"Do me a favor."